Bruno hopefully. “People with colds should drink a lot.”
“Good idea,” agreed Flynn. He jogged over to the bench, picked up the glass and drained it.
Boots shut his eyes.
A strange look came over Flynn’s face.
“Funny,” he said. “It never tasted like that before.” He hiccupped, took three faltering steps and collapsed to the floor, where he began to snore loudly.
Boots opened his eyes and took in the scene with a gasp of horror. “Bruno, we’ve killed him!”
“He isn’t dead,” declared Bruno. “He’s just asleep. Funny, Elmer didn’t mention that he was going to fall asleep.”
“What happened?” cried Pete Anderson. “I’d better go get The Fish!”
“No! No Fish!” shouted Bruno. “No Fish!”
“Fish,” murmured Flynn. A goofy grin spread over his face and he began to giggle softly, still asleep.
“What’ll we do?” asked Rob Adams nervously.
“We’d better take him home to bed,” Bruno decided.
“How are we going to get him all the way to Dormitory 2 without anybody noticing?” demanded Boots, slightly hysterical.
“If we all crowd around him,” explained Bruno, “we can walk him all the way.” He looked at the rest of the class. “You guys with us?”
“Gee, I don’t know,” said Chris Talbot uncertainly.
“Well,” said Bruno, “if we don’t get him out of here, you guys will have to share the blame when The Fish catches us.”
“I’m not sure, but I think that’s blackmail,” commented someone.
“Gee, I didn’t even do anything and I’m in trouble!”
“What did you do to him?”
“Was it poison?”
“Poisoned guys don’t snore, stupid. They die.”
“Let’s get him out of here!”
Bruno and Boots hoisted their coach to his feet, supporting him under each arm. All the boys crowded around and in a body walked him across the campus to Dormitory 2. Flynn sang “The Maple Leaf Forever” all the way.
“My, he’s patriotic,” chuckled Bruno as they crowded down the hall to room 200.
“Yes, and he’s also heavy!” panted Boots. “Open the door!”
Bruno plucked the key from Flynn’s jacket pocket and unlocked the door.
“In days of yore,”
sang Flynn as the rest of the boys beat a hasty retreat, leaving Bruno and Boots to tend to their coach. They dragged him across the room and dropped him on his bed.
“Paper,” ordered Bruno. “Get paper.”
“We don’t need paper! We need an ambulance!” said Boots frantically.
“It’s almost lunch time,” insisted Bruno. “Elmer will explain everything. Meanwhile we’ve got to put a sign on the gym door saying that afternoon classes are cancelled because the coach has a bad cold. See to it.”
“But, Bruno, what if —?”
“It’s a beautiful day,” shouted Flynn, throwing his arms and legs in the air.
“He’s not sick,” insisted Bruno. “You can see that. I don’t know what he is, but he isn’t sick. Let’s make that sign and go meet Elmer in the dining room.”
“Hey, you guys,” mumbled Flynn, “don’t go. The party’s just getting started.”
Boots shot Bruno a worried look as they left the room. After a short detour to place the sign explaining Flynn’s absence on the gymnasium door, Bruno and Boots caught up with Elmer Drimsdale at the entrance to the dining hall.
“Elmer, we have to talk to you!” said Bruno. Elmer gazed at him questioningly.
“Your stupid cold cure!” cried Boots. “It poisoned the coach!”
“Impossible,” said Elmer. “There is no toxic material in my formula.”
“Then why did he pass out?” cried Boots.
Elmer cocked his head. “He shouldn’t have. Perhaps it’s all psychological. Did you explain to him that it’s completely harmless?”
“Not exactly,” replied Bruno. “We slipped it into his Muscle-Ade.”
“Oh, dear!” said Elmer. “There’s the reason. Muscle-Ade has citric acid. My formula should not be taken with citric acid.”
“What happens?” gasped Boots.
“There is a
“Good idea,” agreed Flynn. He jogged over to the bench, picked up the glass and drained it.
Boots shut his eyes.
A strange look came over Flynn’s face.
“Funny,” he said. “It never tasted like that before.” He hiccupped, took three faltering steps and collapsed to the floor, where he began to snore loudly.
Boots opened his eyes and took in the scene with a gasp of horror. “Bruno, we’ve killed him!”
“He isn’t dead,” declared Bruno. “He’s just asleep. Funny, Elmer didn’t mention that he was going to fall asleep.”
“What happened?” cried Pete Anderson. “I’d better go get The Fish!”
“No! No Fish!” shouted Bruno. “No Fish!”
“Fish,” murmured Flynn. A goofy grin spread over his face and he began to giggle softly, still asleep.
“What’ll we do?” asked Rob Adams nervously.
“We’d better take him home to bed,” Bruno decided.
“How are we going to get him all the way to Dormitory 2 without anybody noticing?” demanded Boots, slightly hysterical.
“If we all crowd around him,” explained Bruno, “we can walk him all the way.” He looked at the rest of the class. “You guys with us?”
“Gee, I don’t know,” said Chris Talbot uncertainly.
“Well,” said Bruno, “if we don’t get him out of here, you guys will have to share the blame when The Fish catches us.”
“I’m not sure, but I think that’s blackmail,” commented someone.
“Gee, I didn’t even do anything and I’m in trouble!”
“What did you do to him?”
“Was it poison?”
“Poisoned guys don’t snore, stupid. They die.”
“Let’s get him out of here!”
Bruno and Boots hoisted their coach to his feet, supporting him under each arm. All the boys crowded around and in a body walked him across the campus to Dormitory 2. Flynn sang “The Maple Leaf Forever” all the way.
“My, he’s patriotic,” chuckled Bruno as they crowded down the hall to room 200.
“Yes, and he’s also heavy!” panted Boots. “Open the door!”
Bruno plucked the key from Flynn’s jacket pocket and unlocked the door.
“In days of yore,”
sang Flynn as the rest of the boys beat a hasty retreat, leaving Bruno and Boots to tend to their coach. They dragged him across the room and dropped him on his bed.
“Paper,” ordered Bruno. “Get paper.”
“We don’t need paper! We need an ambulance!” said Boots frantically.
“It’s almost lunch time,” insisted Bruno. “Elmer will explain everything. Meanwhile we’ve got to put a sign on the gym door saying that afternoon classes are cancelled because the coach has a bad cold. See to it.”
“But, Bruno, what if —?”
“It’s a beautiful day,” shouted Flynn, throwing his arms and legs in the air.
“He’s not sick,” insisted Bruno. “You can see that. I don’t know what he is, but he isn’t sick. Let’s make that sign and go meet Elmer in the dining room.”
“Hey, you guys,” mumbled Flynn, “don’t go. The party’s just getting started.”
Boots shot Bruno a worried look as they left the room. After a short detour to place the sign explaining Flynn’s absence on the gymnasium door, Bruno and Boots caught up with Elmer Drimsdale at the entrance to the dining hall.
“Elmer, we have to talk to you!” said Bruno. Elmer gazed at him questioningly.
“Your stupid cold cure!” cried Boots. “It poisoned the coach!”
“Impossible,” said Elmer. “There is no toxic material in my formula.”
“Then why did he pass out?” cried Boots.
Elmer cocked his head. “He shouldn’t have. Perhaps it’s all psychological. Did you explain to him that it’s completely harmless?”
“Not exactly,” replied Bruno. “We slipped it into his Muscle-Ade.”
“Oh, dear!” said Elmer. “There’s the reason. Muscle-Ade has citric acid. My formula should not be taken with citric acid.”
“What happens?” gasped Boots.
“There is a
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